Spoiled by the Silver Fox

"Back in the States, she never took me out to meet people, but she taught me so much. She poured every ounce of her time and energy into me. Seb, I wasn't born shy, it developed over time.

Mom said I was bright, brighter than most, quick to learn. That's why she crammed my head with so much stuff.

She worried that one day she'd be gone, and I'd struggle to cope on my own. She taught me all these survival instincts that kids should have.

She never considered that I was just too young. My brain couldn't handle the overload. She just pushed me to learn.

I couldn't find any sense of security with her. Even in her dreams, she was pleading. 'Rebecca, let me go.'

While I was living like that, Rebecca had her goons out hunting my mom. Mom and I were constantly on the run, enduring all sorts of hardships. At night, I'd wake up from nightmares where Mom was shaking in terror, breaking down in sobs.

So, I heard Rebecca's name from an early age.

It's just such a shame. He's already devoted his life to someone else.

I didn't choose to hide away in my own world; I was forced into it. Scared, but my mom couldn't offer me any comfort. She only forced me to learn. Growing up, I barely interacted with others. I'm so scared of talking to people, even raised voices would startle me. I didn't want to be this way. Seb, Sullivan and I, we're cut from the same cloth. That's why he gets me, and I get him.

I hope he'll be okay. He wants to protect Rebecca, and she wants me dead. I'd only bring him bad luck."

I came along too late, Seb. Last night, Rebecca was after me again, Sullivan risked his life to hide me, tucked me away. When I crawled out of the dumpster this morning to find him, he was covered in wounds. I couldn't help but hug him, and then I said my goodbyes.

Sebastian looked at her, his eyes filled with a complex light, "Does it hurt inside?"

"Yeah. It hurts a lot, but hurting

do help. As long as we're aliveet

we have to keep going. My mom did. I do, everyone does."

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Sebastian walked over and ruffled her hair, "You've been through too much for someone so young. It's tough, but that's life, and you can't choose it. You're in this boat, and so is Sullivan. But to live, you need to have faith.

Don't overthink things. Remember, you're still a kid.

I can keep last night's incident under wraps. Try to live carefree, like a child should."

"Thanks, Seb. Do you know

Sullivan's story? Every time he t

me

5 spilling mine, he wore

his. Big liar."

"Sullivan's story isn't for kids. When you're older, ask him, and he might tell you."

Emily immediately sensed that Sullivan's story was probably darker and more brutal than she could imagine.

"Really? But by then. maybe I won't want to know anymore."

"Then don't ask. You've had enough darkness in your life, no need to pile on more. It won't be good for your growth."

"What growth? My dream of living with my mom and dad it's not even possible."

"You haven't tried. How do you know it's not possible?"

Emily tilted her head, looking at him, "Is there really a chance?"This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.